Pigeon bath time

We went for a wet walk this afternoon. A pair of pigeons were having a bath in a deep puddle. Our approach didn’t scare them quite as much as the approach of a van that drove right through the puddle. The white blob took to the air first, then the spread eagle.

We came across only two other people; one of them recognised me from having worked with me twelve or thirteen years ago. He looked familiar, but his memory is clearly better than mine.